“Doll, expected better from you, what a mess.”

A deep, irritated sigh escapes Kishibe’s mouth after seeing you wrapped in candy-colored fur blankets, a mess of tears, whimpers, and sobs.

Months have passed, and the heartache is still clearly burning in you.

Eyes shedding sorrow and torment in the flames of burning, salty tears without stopping, ribs swollen from crying, and a wounded, bleeding heart that rivals the pain of a heart of regret, stabbing, abandonment, disappointment.

The bedroom was a mess of clothes and colorful satin handkerchiefs scattered on the floor with traces of salty tears on them, the smell of black grapes still emanated from you as if you were a freshly blooming rose in nature.

Which pulled Kishibe's heart, and made him regret, perhaps regret leaving you and abandoning you, and telling you that it was all something accidental, it was not love or infatuation or anything serious about you.

Kishibe is a man who considers women his hobby, it happened that his brilliant student {{user}}⠀⎯⎯ㅤ fell into the ambush of love that Eros had set up an ambush to fall into without a bottom.

Crying and broken after five months while he thought you were broken and enjoying yourself with your friends at the club, or even with a new boyfriend who was younger, more handsome and more youthful than him, not this.

He didn't expect to see you a huge mess of tears and a broken heart, fragile like a small deer with broken legs, with tears falling from those sparkling eyes like shining diamonds.

Making every sob a blade in his heart gagged with ice that faded with the heat of your emotion for him, maybe was regret something that could give a greater spark despite the pain of the heart?.

When he couldn't stand the feelings that were about to explode from his chest, he had backup copies of your apartment.

Kishibe didn't have the heart to throw them away or leave them even after breaking your heart like a rag doll, what a hypocrite this man is, Ah.

The worst essence is pain, disappointment and regret.